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Routine In Every Morning

By Jaewon

(Wordcount:1K+)

Summary:

Every morning with Karina feels like a warm dream. As her boyfriend, I wake up to her gentle touch and sleepy kisses, turning our usual routine into slow, loving morning sex filled with affection, pleasure, and the kind of closeness that makes the rest of the day brighter.

Nam-gyu x fem! reader

18+ content ahead ! || mirror sex, voyeurism(?), rough sex, possessive, creampie, cum play, cum leaking, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, light choking, breath play, spanking, edging, breeding talk, semi-public sex, risk of getting caught, exhibitionism risk (?), marking, strong language, consensual rough sex

The rain was pouring hard over Seoul when Namgyu finally dragged the heavy, second-hand full-length mirror up the narrow stairs to your tiny one-bedroom apartment. His shoulders ached from carrying it three blocks from the junk shop, but the grin on his face made it worth every strained muscle. The apartment was barely 25 square meters, cramped, with peeling paint on the walls, a sagging bed that took up most of the space, and a kitchenette so small you could barely cook together without bumping hips. Rent was always a struggle on his MD salary from Club Pentagon, where tips were good but inconsistent. Still, tonight he looked proud as hell.

He leaned the mirror against the only free wall, opposite the bed, and wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “What do you think, baby?” he asked, pulling you close by the waist. “I saw it and immediately thought of us. Now I can watch my pretty girl every single time I fuck you senseless.”

You laughed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck as he kissed you slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that always made your knees weak. The two of you were borderline broke, surviving on late-night convenience store meals and his irregular club hours. But moments like this, when he looked at you like you were the only good thing in his chaotic life, made everything feel lighter.

That night started innocently enough. After he showered off the rain and club smell, you both collapsed onto the bed in nothing but underwear, cuddling under the thin blanket. Namgyu pulled you into his chest, one arm wrapped securely around your waist while his fingers traced lazy circles on your bare back. The city noise hummed faintly outside the window.

“Long shift?” you murmured against his skin.

“Fucking exhausting,” he admitted, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Drunk assholes in VIP, staff drama, loud music until my ears rang. But coming home to you… this makes it all disappear, sweetheart.” His voice softened with genuine affection. “I love you. You know that, right? Even when we’re scraping by in this shoebox.”

You tilted your head up and kissed him, slow at first, full of warmth and quiet emotion. The cuddle deepened naturally. His hand slid down to squeeze your ass, your leg hooked over his hip. Heat built between you as the kisses turned hungrier, tongues tangling, breaths growing heavier.

Namgyu rolled you onto your side so you were both facing the brand-new mirror. “Look at us, princess,” he whispered, voice already thickening with lust. “See how perfect you look in my arms?”

His hand slipped between your thighs, rubbing you over your panties until the fabric was soaked. He teased you like that for long minutes, kissing your neck, sucking light marks into your shoulder, fingers circling your clit with just enough pressure to make you whimper and rock against him. Only when you were begging softly did he strip the last bits of clothing off both of you.

He positioned you on all fours facing the mirror, kneeling behind you. His cock was already rock-hard, thick and heavy as he rubbed the head through your dripping folds, coating himself in your slick.

“Hands on the bed, baby. Eyes on the mirror the whole time,” he ordered, voice rough but loving.

You obeyed, palms pressing into the mattress as he pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching your tight pussy open. The reflection showed everything in explicit detail: your mouth falling open in a moan, your breasts hanging and swaying, the way your ass cheeks spread as he sank deep until his hips met your skin.

“Fuck, angel… so tight and wet for me,” he groaned, staying buried for a moment to savor it. Then he started thrusting, long deep strokes that dragged his cock against every sensitive ridge inside you. “Watch how your pretty cunt swallows me. Look at that creamy ring forming at the base. You’re making such a mess already.”

He fucked you steadily, building speed while one hand reached around to rub your swollen clit and the other gripped your hip hard enough to leave faint marks. The wet, filthy sounds of skin slapping and your pussy squelching around his cock filled the small room. In the mirror you watched your own face contort in pleasure, tits bouncing heavily with every powerful thrust, nipples tight and dark.

Namgyu leaned over your back, changing the angle so he hit that spongy spot inside you with every stroke. “That’s it, sweetheart. Moan louder. Let the neighbors hear how well my baby takes this cock.” He slapped your ass sharply once, twice. The sting bloomed into heat that made you clench harder around him.

He edged you beautifully, slowing down when you got close, only to speed up again while whispering dirty praises. “Look at your slutty little reflection. Blushing so hard but your pussy is gushing down my balls. You love watching yourself get railed, don’t you, princess?”

When your orgasm finally tore through you, your walls spasmed violently around his thick length. You squirted slightly onto the sheets as you cried out his name. Namgyu fucked you through it relentlessly, then pulled out at the last second and painted thick ropes of cum across your ass and lower back, groaning deeply as he marked you.

Aftercare was immediate and tender. He grabbed a warm damp towel from the tiny bathroom and gently cleaned every drop of his release off your skin, then wiped carefully between your legs, soothing your sensitive folds with soft strokes. “You were so good for me, baby,” he murmured, kissing the marks he’d left on your hips and ass. He pulled you into his arms on the bed, wrapping the blanket around both of you as he cradled you against his chest.

Soft kisses rained over your face: your forehead, eyelids, cheeks, and finally your lips. “My beautiful girl. I don’t know what I’d do without you in this crazy city.” His fingers stroked your hair while you both came down, hearts slowing together in the quiet apartment. The new mirror reflected the intimate aftermath: the two of you tangled, flushed, and safe in each other’s arms.

A few nights later, Club Pentagon was in full chaotic swing. Bass vibrated through the floors of the Gangnam club as strobe lights cut through the haze of smoke and perfume. Namgyu, dressed in his usual sharp black button-up with sleeves rolled up, was in the middle of coordinating VIP bottle service when he spotted you slipping in through the side entrance he’d told you about.

His eyes darkened the moment they landed on you. Without hesitation, he crossed the crowded floor, grabbed your hand, and pulled you through the staff-only hallway with purposeful strides.

“Missed this pretty face all night,” he growled low in your ear as he shoved open the door to the small employee bathroom, locked it behind you, and pushed you against the sink counter. The mirror above it was large and brightly lit, perfect for what he had in mind.

There was no slow buildup this time. The risk of getting caught, the loud music thumping just outside, and days of pent-up need made him feral. He kissed you hard and messy, tongue fucking your mouth while his hands yanked your skirt up and ripped your panties down your legs in one rough motion.

“On the counter, baby. Spread those legs wide for me,” he commanded, already freeing his thick, leaking cock from his pants.

You hopped up, thighs parting as he stepped between them. He didn’t bother with much foreplay. He simply rubbed his cockhead through your already slick folds a few times before slamming in to the hilt in one brutal thrust. The stretch burned deliciously, forcing a loud moan from your throat.

“Fuck, yes, angel. Take every fucking inch,” he snarled, eyes locked on the mirror where he could watch himself disappear inside your tight pussy over and over. He set a punishing pace immediately, hips snapping hard and fast. The wet slapping of skin echoed off the tiled walls.

He was kinkier tonight, possessive and rough. One hand wrapped around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your head spin while the other pinched and twisted your nipples through your top. “Look in the mirror, princess. Watch how your slutty cunt creams all over my cock while I choke you. Such a dirty little whore for me, dripping in the employee bathroom like this.”

He fucked you deeper, angling to hit your g-spot relentlessly until your eyes rolled back. Then he pulled out suddenly, spun you around so your front pressed against the sink, and took you from behind. Your hands braced on the counter as he railed you harder, one foot planted on the edge of the sink to open you wider. The mirror showed the obscene sight perfectly: your face flushed and moaning, tits spilling out of your top, his thick cock pistoning in and out of your swollen pussy, balls slapping against your clit with every thrust.

“Gonna fill this greedy pussy up,” he grunted, reaching around to rub your clit in fast, messy circles. “And you’re going to walk around my club with my cum leaking down your thighs. Everyone’s going to wonder why you’re glowing while my load is deep inside you.”

You came hard around him, walls milking his cock as your legs shook violently. Namgyu buried himself to the root and unloaded, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum straight into your pulsing cunt with a deep, guttural groan.

He stayed inside you for a long moment, both of you panting. Then the aftercare kicked in even in the risky bathroom. He pulled out slowly, kissed the back of your neck tenderly, and turned you to face him. His hands cupped your face as he kissed you softly, deeply, full of emotion despite the filth.

“You okay, sweetheart? Did I go too hard?” he whispered, thumb stroking your cheek.

When you shook your head and smiled, he reached down and gently pulled your panties back up your legs, settling them snugly against your cum-filled pussy. A little of his release already seeped into the fabric. “Keep it inside, baby. I want you feeling me all night while you’re here. Every step, every time you sit down, you’ll remember who owns this pretty cunt.”

He helped straighten your clothes, fixed your hair with gentle fingers, and kissed you again, slow and loving, before unlocking the door. With one last possessive squeeze of your ass and a whispered “I love you,” he sent you back out into the pulsing club. His warm cum slowly leaked into your panties as you walked on shaky legs, marked and claimed by him in the middle of Seoul’s chaotic nightlife.

Even in the struggle of your broke apartment life and his demanding job, moments like these reminded you both why you kept fighting for each other.

this has been sitting in my drafts for a WHILE

here take it damn

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